Sherri
I have been writing since I was 10 years old and always excelled in English, writing, communications, and performing arts. Writing poetry for me is like making music with my words or painting with my ideas. I am the master of my pen...no-else holds my story. Truly thankful God has given me this gift so I can share and inspire others.
Some people only see basic colors like red, green, purple, yellow, and blue.
There are millions of each shades that I see within each of the hues.
Teals, cyans, golden colors and even black, greys and white.
Clouds can be lace, cotton, milk, ivory or snowflake bright.
Teals are in between blues and greens.
There are over millions of shades of of those in between.
When I was a kid and wanted to color or paint hues.
The lack of crayon choices in the boxes would seem quite few.
We live in a world some see as white and black.
Color vision is not something
I lack.
I have to wear polarized sunglasses at times to block out the sun.
Too much visual light can give me a headache. Not fun.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 2:02 PM UTC
I like to focus on one task
at a time.
As each poem I
do rhyme.
I don't like a lot of abstract theories
over analyzed.
Mumbo jumbo talk is a headache with conversation paralyzed.
I don't mind the chatterboxes that have a lot to say.
Just don't give me rambling about a million other points of views all day.
Focus on what you think, stop stuttering with your thought.
Get it out slready.
Time is ticking.... tik tok!_
Like drums have a beat and words have a rhythm too.
Words put together can be confusing without structure hue.
Somestimes people say things that make no sense.
They seem scattered, hyped up and act all tense.
Focus on what you want me
to hear.
Focus on what you say. I have no problem with talkers, I just like them to be clear.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 1:32 PM UTC
The scent of lake water or fresh
ocean breeze,
nearby forests of moss, pine, juniper and
summer green leaves.
the birds chirping, singing in trees.
The summer sun sparkles its spotlight
across the lake.
Live, explore, hike, swim....
the day is yours to take!
This land, in awe, so captivating with
mountains majestic; "oh can't you see?
Awake, and adventure in beautiful, summer of
captivating... BC.
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 7:25 PM UTC
Rising up from the tears
I've cried.
Surviving storms from heartbreaks
tried.
Obstacles that have been;
I now erase.
Once again, I find
my place.
The sad world we live in, I cannot
defend.
Some won't take a helping
hand, some fake and just just pretend.
Where is our honor and
chivalry?
Where is compassion that we
cannot see?
Everyone is in it for themselves.
We're not ornaments....
out on shelves.
I will not conform to that...
"No way!"
Better to kneel to God
and pray.
For He is the only truth and
way.
"Oh Lord guide me through each
night and day."
As I break free from doubts that try
to tear me apart;
I know my faith lives on inside me...
never to part.
I know where I have struggled through,
who I am, and where I came from.
in the end, I always know that through Christ
I have the strength to overcome.
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
In this life you'll find there many
heartaches and pain.
Some people stay and many go to
never see again.
Don't let the ones that leave, ever
bring you down.
Be the best that you can be, and turn
around that frown.
Its okay to cry sometimes, for it shows
your human empathy.
It helps to recover from social sadness,
or anxiety.
Just be the best that you can be.
You don't always have an answer;
don't be afraid to look.
Life is like a journey,
not a perfect storybook.
Don't be afraid....don't let
people walk all over you.
Keep it real, keep
it true.
Keep your self together and head
held high.
Don't be afraid to show emotion.
Its okay to cry.
Let go of anger, grudges and
the pain.
You'll see the light of who you
are again.
You will find and you will see....
that you can be the best that
you can be,
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 6:55 PM UTC
I take to path and walk my
journeys road.
I with thee, take what I need
of burdens load.
Through forest pines adrift,
towering to the sky,
with mountain castle walls nearby, I put
aside my fears to appreciate what's here.
Breathe in breathe out so fresh...
the crisp, cool...daunting air.
My journeys path; a humbling stand,
I am in awe of thee.
God's precious landscape.....camera in hand,
I hike and be so free.
His splendor artwork fills the air
and not forsaken.
For I walk the journey with the Lord as
I take the path less taken.
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 6:23 PM UTC
Castle walls I've built
within my heart.
Castle walls lay ground to
tear the enemy apart.
Knights in armor;
guarding me well.
No ocean currants or armies
can near me dwell.
The armor I wear,
many do not see.
Its my protective shield...
in faith, I'm free.
Castle walls built higher
over the years.
Some guards let down,
yet no more tears.
Castle walls of armies,
not of brick.
In my mind, through walls....
can't trick.
My knights fight at command
with high, majestic sword.
The battle won with mighty truth...
of God's word.
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 6:08 PM UTC
Its been a grey November,
the summers over now.
I just can't remember ;
memories turned
to frost,
with what now
is lost.
I just can't remember how in this cold,
I've numbed everything.
I don't recall what warmth of sun
shall bring.
Is that feeling lost
forever?
Is that lost all
together?
Shadows fade in and out
from the glistening sun.
Memories ....like a loaded
gun.
They shoot in darkness...
in the mountains;
pictures taken with cascading
waterfalls and fountains.
In grey November, by lakes and rivers....
my have things grown cold.
Frosty sunsets and pale skies...
and icy truths be told.
In the cold grey November.
Don't want to remember...
Grey November!
I open windows to feel
the air.
I really don't
care.
I like the freeze of arctic....
chill on my skin and chill
to bone.
Memories for now, half turned
to stone.
In the grey November....
until I remember...
back to September...
when I know that I am loved:
Through December, and past winter
and forever part of me.
I know I will be eternally loved.
Through the grey November...I'm
where I want to be.
I am free.
Through the icy storms...
I won't succumb.
I have always and will forever...
overcome.
Even through the chill of winter, I am set free
through grey November....I did not bow.
Through grey November... I am me...
I remember now.
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC
So many trails and places
to see.
In this beautiful province of
captivating BC.
With popular hikes packed, don't
let it despair.
There's plenty more trails through
the wilderness air.
Through rivers, streams, and forests,
we go:
from day hikes to camp nights....
we get to know.
Through mountains some climb,
and carefully tread, through elevations
so high, we know we're not dead.
Snow capped veils in winter that
sparkle and glisten;
to the summer green juniper, moss, veridian
meadows and trees.... stop, look and listen.
Forests chant out with birds whistling and
echoing a tune.
The eagle soars high, ducks quack, and the
sound of the loon.
Breathtaking views, from mountain tops
and roadway stops;
some places travelled with outdoor concessions
and souvenir shops.
From the north coast and of wild forests' pines
and tall spruce to see.,
to the south pacific of ocean beaches and shores
to roam free.
From east of the Rockies...like majestic
walls stand,
through west coast island, and country side,
forests ......our land!
Adventure BC; "come, see what this place
has to explore!"
"There's no province , country, or state, that
I'd rather live more!"
From rural, urban, sea to land in
the province to be.
"Come, explore for yourself,
Adventure BC!"
@ Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 5:16 PM UTC
Verse 1:
The sea of broken hearts can't
keep me down for long...
As I sit by the ocean dock, trying
to write my song.
The tides are turning for the better,
I can hear the sound.
I can hear the rhythm dancing...
I'm turning things around.....around....
around.
Verse 2:
The sun on the water, that ripples
to the shore...
I look out to the surfers trying to catch
a wave once more.
The tides are turning, I can hear it
saying..."Let's dance"...
turning, swaying, "come on, (come on)"
and take a chance.
Chorus:
The tides are turning---- the tides are turning---
the tides are turning....keep me on the rise;
like the ocean waves splashing,
I won't compromise.
I was ten feet under, now I'm
holding on....
From my heartbreak and misery, I'm finally
moving on.
@Sherri G Harder
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC